Another Autumn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

Her name is Sandy.
She’s a goddess of the beach
made with kelp and shells.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

The wind fills our sails,
we glide ‘gainst a golden sky
Sea salt in our hair.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)

My sister sweetly
helps our mom tend some flowers,
nineteen forty-nine.

When it comes to a
thermos nuclear war, it’s
bring your own lunch box.

The most courageous
words ever spoken, must be,
‘So … let us go on.’

Good to remember –
Most great civilizations
have risen from swamps.

My Siamese cat
sits at the window, and stares
at distant mountains.

Catastrophic muck,
Mercury’s in retrograde …
Cosmic forces  … arrggghhh!


tanka haiku:

Where there is no path,
I will make one. Where no-one
knows, I will explain.

   One step begins the journey.
Some journeys take a lifetime.

tanka haiku:

There is a sad fear
that’s buried deep in our hearts;
that no love will last.

   So we pretend Time’s not cruel
and pray memories won’t fade.

Rain evaporates,
the Autumn leaves decompose,
Snow melts. Life goes on.

double haiku:

An Irish Setter,
gallops through Riverside Park,
greeting each toddler.

His owner just smiles,
reassuring the nannys,
the dog is friendly.

 double haiku:

The screen door slams shut.
An angry young man runs to
his car and ‘peels out.’

A young girl watches
from the window and prays that
her sadness will mend.

A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.

Down a country road,
he let his horse lead him home
while his mind wandered.


The look in her eyes
was enough to melt his heart …
and most tupperware.


On a moonlit night,
in a cottage near the dell,
at last, he knew love!

Skies with quiet clouds,
the boardwalk sparsely peopled,
old folks lost in thought.

Maples, Elms and Oaks
burst with yellow, red and orange,
the forest ablaze!

In a fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.

Our traffic-clogged streets …
made worse by double parked trucks
and dumb dog walkers.

In the dining room,
a ludicrous spectacle,
sirloin with white wine.

Even though he’d won,
his thoughts remained fixated,
on all he had lost.

at Josie’s front door,
boys stammer and hesitate,
… and beg for a kiss.

A tangerine sky.
Clouds that haunt the horizon,
lure me into dusk.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

Simply looking back,
Well, honestly, what’s the point,
If you can’t re-write?

When she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face,
To hold in my dreams.

On her front porch swing,
she would often be courted,
by the boy next door.

Ah, the autumn leaves,
that drift gently to the ground,
blanketing the lawn.

Piles of raked leaves,
sit in my yard. Should we jump?
What kid can resist?

A wind-swept plateau,
where the sky looms large, as in
a John Ford western.

Kids were not allowed
in grandfather’s library …
but cats wandered in.

What’s more exhausting
than having unlimited

A split rail fence was
respected in the old West.
But barbed wire helped.

Can it really be?
It’s National Coffee Day!!*
Do that Java Jive!

( *September 29th )

tanka haiku:

The simplicity
of a small bird hopping on
the sidewalk thrills me.

   It happily hops, then it
springs into the air and flies!

As the earth prepares
to take its winter snooze, the
foliage blushes.

Preparing to leave
on vacation will highlight
why you need to go.

Autumn in New York,
leaves crackle underfoot as
I stroll through the park.


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